Outpost H.

Greg sat back in his favourite chair. His forearms resting on the worn leather. The chair was ancient. Previously belonging to his father, his grandfather and his father before him. Of course this was not the same chair that belonged to its very first owner. It had a number of restorations in its lifetime. A new frame, innards and cushioning. But the leather was original, it's too expensive to replace. It always had been.
Everything was recycled though, so the old
chair inevitably became someone else's new chair. This is how life in general went on. With no major natural resource for leather such as cattle, replacement or even recycled leather was a rarity.

His legs aching from the climb down from Observation deck, Greg stretched them out under his desk feeling the benefit of rest. Thinking about the last few days and what will happen to his way of life now things had changed.

It had been about one month since he last went up to Observation. It was a long trek, at least eight hours there and back. Greg stopped off at different departments on the way up for first hand status reports and updates with the day to day running of the outpost. He was looked after well on each stop with food and drink offered.
Observation would normally send an email down with a status report but the news of a resident venturing outside the perimeters of the Silo systems was something he had to witness. It was his duty as Controller. Greg had a position of authority and was responsible for decision making in Outpost H and this had never happened before in his lifetime.

The news of a lone walker actually surviving, navigating obstacles, the remains of a dead society and unfortunate souls who had perished in the hellish wastelands was already the talk of the outpost. News spreads quickly, be it through word of mouth or via vid screens, email or the PA system.
Outpost staff were already whispering if this meant it was now safe to venture outside, to live a life in the open world where night and day was a natural cycle as opposed to the pre-programmed artificial dawn and dusk of the outpost.
By the time Greg reached Observation deck, he found that the lone walker had entered into the silo hours ago. The journey was for nothing. He missed it. Observation technicians were on the ball though and had recorded everything via remote sensors. Sensors that had been cleaned earlier in the morning by Supply.

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Another bit of Fan Fic, this one based on the Wool series by Hugh Howey.
Might just develop this into a series?...)